The Underworld Poem by Susan Ash

Wish it was
Like in the movies
Where the underworld
Is a separate place,
Dark, wet, foggy.

Underworld people
Live there,
Stay there.
Others can visit
And leave
At will.

Reality is that
Our underworld
Is all around us,
Hidden.
Can be behind any door –
The house next door,
A flat in the block
On the corner of the street.......

I sometimes visit
Portals into our underworld
Don't go through,
Don't have to.
Just talk with those
Who visit the other side.

Hear harrowing tales
From the mouths of babes,
Misused, abused.
Left to cope with
The consequences of
The adults entrusted
With their care.

Today the sun
Was lying.
So much is not right
In this world,
And my tears
Change nothing.